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Chapter twenty two

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Chapter twenty two. Miss Khargosh.

(Translation: Miss Rabbit.)

It was 1:00 a.m. Sriya had just took a bath and came out, well she arrived home late so that's the reason for this unusual time to bath.

"Should I text him? But what?" She thought.


"I love you so much..." She typed.

Relationship ka pehla din and first message I love you so much so cheesy.

She could hear his voice saying it in her imagination.

"Nahi bohot creepy ho jayega. Good morning daalti hoon."

Relationship ka pehla din aur first message good morning, so blunt. Is se jyaada feelings ke saath ko society ke guard bhaiya wish karte hai.

His voice said.

"Shit Sriya. Guard bhaiya meri imagination mein kaise aa gaye." She said and by mistakely send the letter 'I' to him.

She was lost in her thoughts while her phone rang.

Shubman's voice echoed through the phone, interrupting Sriya's deep contemplation over her message.

"Sorry woh galti se send kar diya." She said.

"Itne der se type kar rahi thi aur sirf ek letter bheja?" he chuckled softly, his tone teasing.

"How do you know. Accha toh aap wait kar rahe the. Aap mujh par nazar lagaye baithe the." Sriya responded.

"Ofcourse." He said.

"By the way what was the message?" He asked.

"Ahh, nothing important." She said trying to sound casual.

"I can almost see the gears turning in your head from here," Shubman joked, his voice warm and affectionate.

"I know that you were debating what to type. So, let's make it easier.  I'll say goodnight for you, alright? Sweet dreams." he added playfully before ending the call.

"Good night." She replied and the call ended.

Sriya found herself grinning from ear to ear as she stared at her phone screen.

"He's my boyfriend. The Shubman Gill is my boyfriend!!!" she whispered to herself, filled with a joyful excitement. She couldn't stop smiling, replaying the evening's memories in her mind.

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